Anna See and I have read and commented on each other’s blogs since waaaaay back and I was able to finally meet her at BlogHer in New York City a little more than a year ago. I love her. She is delicate and beautiful and funny and creative, and every time I see white furniture, I think of her.
I went to the memorial service for her son, Jack, on Monday.
Anna spoke at her son’s service, and her words were extraordinary. You should read them on her blog where she posted them today. Then you should read a post by a friend of hers who was at the service, because what she writes is exactly what I saw in that church.
I am not a religious person. I do not have that faith. But Monday, in that church, for the first time, I felt a glint of understanding. I felt what faith could mean to people. It was remarkable.
Regardless of faith, the pain that Anna and her family are experiencing must be crushing. It has to be extraordinary in the worst possible way. I feel helpless in the face of such pain.
I am but one tiny part of a piece of Anna’s life, and I can’t take her heartache away. I can, however, let her know that I am here and I am not going anywhere. If enough of us tiny pieces work together to support her, love her, help hold her up, maybe we can be of some comfort.
I think every day about Anna and her husband and her daughter and their Jack. I hold them in my heart. I wish there were more I could do. I never met Jack, but I will not forget him.
I can’t say it enough: Anna, I love you. You are extraordinary. I am sending you my love.